Page 30 of Compelled Obedience

Kerri

Belong to him.

The words both thrilled and terrified me, the combination frazzling me enough I’d fled. I couldn’t believe I’d run away from him like some idiot schoolgirl.

Whoever had spouted off there was a fine line between love and hate had been… brilliant. Only I refused to fall in love with anyone. And I certainly had never hungered to belong to anyone.

You’re lying to yourself.

I could swear the voice wasn’t inside my head. I slapped my hands on the mirror in front of me, wishing I could get angry and demand he take me back to my car.

But I didn’t want to. I wanted to feel something. Anything.

“Oh, God. What are you doing? You stupid, crazy girl.”

The lengths Grant had gone to make certain I knew he wasn’t dating Candy had created another flurry of butterfly activity in my stomach. Then I’d seen a haunted look on his face for a split second. It was endearing.

A shiver coursed through me as I sensed I was falling under his spell. That just couldn’t happen. Not right now. I had to break the connection. I had to keep my resolve. I smashed my hand against the glass again, fearful it should shatter given my anger.

But not at him. At myself.

I took gasping breaths, my pulse skyrocketing. As I stared at my reflection, I was shocked that my entire body was trembling. Not from fear but from almost desperate need. I’d never been so aroused around a man in my entire life. Grant was just… overwhelming, so powerful in his actions and quiet demands that I was breathless.

That was the most insane aspect of all.

I might have sworn off men but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t be affected by their prowess or sexy appeal. And Grant Wilde was everything a girl could want and more. He was charming, witty, intelligent, accommodating, caring, feared as well as respected, a closet bad boy, dominating, and he didn’t take no for an answer. He was a perfect alpha boyfriend out of a romance novel.

Gah. I was in so much trouble.

I closed my eyes, trying to drive the illicit images of his naked body from my mind. It was almost impossible given my gaze had lingered on the thick bulge between his legs. The jeans had accented the fact his cock was throbbing. Or maybe I was imagining it altogether. Then when he’d talked about BDSM, my mouth had watered. What the hell? I wasn’t interested in anything having to do with being submissive to anyone.

Liar. Liar.

Oh, great. Now my little voice was backtalking me. I envisioned being shackled to a wood apparatus, required to do anything he wanted. Or crawling across the floor because he beckoned me with a single finger, prepared to call me his good girl. It was definite. I’d lost a part of my mind. If that was the case, I wasn’t certain I wanted it back.

Spending any additional time with him was going to be difficult. “Why does he have to be so gorgeous?” As soon as I said the words out loud, I felt a presence behind me. Oh, God, no. He did not just walk into the bathroom?

Trembling, I opened my eyes. Staring at me in the mirror was the man of every girl’s dreams, his eyes piercing mine. The only sound was the rapid beating of my heart. I dug my fingernails into the counter as he slowly lowered his gaze, his nostrils flaring.

There was no doubt about his increased desire.

Or his intent.

The man looked like he wanted to devour me.

He took a deep breath, holding it. Then he pressed his body weight against mine. Very slowly, he pressed his palms against my shoulders, brushing them down my arms. Goosebumps immediately began to prickle my skin, my breath skipping. The feel of his massive cock pressed into my bottom was exhilarating.

Not a single word was said as he ground his hips, continuing to tingle every cell in my body with his heated touch. I was lightheaded, curious as to what he was thinking.

“You walked away from me,” he finally said, his voice deeper than before, more alluring if that was possible.

“I needed some space.”

“You didn’t get my permission.” He lifted his gaze briefly, drawing my attention to his chiseled jaw, the dark stubble covering his chin sexy as hell.

“I didn’t know I needed it.”

“You do now.” He brushed the hair from my shoulder, lowering his head. When he nipped my earlobe, I was certain my knees were going to buckle. Then he licked the shell of my ear and I was forced to grip the edge of the counter. There was no doubt I’d fall on my butt if the full weight of his body wasn’t crushing me.

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